Best Song Sound Poems
Your mind's in knots,
as stress plagues thoughts.
On hope you cling,
to bloom like Spring.
Its fine my dear,
nerves can cause fear.
Don't be so scared,
gifts must be shared.
Your smile is cute,
when you are mute.
No need to hide.
I'm by your side.
Let the world hear,
your tone so clear.
Your will is strong,
burst out your song.
Sweet sounds you make
our breaths they take.
Look how eyes beam,
your name they scream.
Go to that length,
love is your strength.
Your voice brings peace,
helps fears to cease.
Like sad trapped birds,
tongue holds back words.
Free them from cage,
take to the stage.
When your heart sings,
charms like harp strings.
Look how they dance,
as your tunes trance.
Silent One
31 January 2018
Another example for 128 words contest.
Rhyme poem.
Four words per line all one syllable each.
32 lines: 128 words.
This river of melody plays in my soul,
When I awake, I feel emerged in it whole.
In the calm of night, when I'm all alone,
It raises me with every euphoric tone.
But lately my song I have failed to hear,
No longer its sweetness caressing my ear.
I plead to the gods in the heavens up high,
Not to abandon me also and my quest deny.
For what shall be without the beating of a drum?
Or the flutter of a flute, what will become?
The sounds of my soul take not from me,
A soundless soul I shall never learn to be.
Instead, carve a single note with my awkward tongue,
One that shall carry the tune I once sung.
And if I'm not able I'll start over again,
Because the harder I try my strength will sustain.
Remind me of you
The rush of the wind as its tickling branches
A bluebird in song as the spring does arrive
Crickets abound with their vocal performance
It’s the music of nature that keeps us alive
Leaves on the path as they crackle and flitter
Soft falling snow as it forms on the ground
Squirrels that chatter from tree top to tree top
Surrounded we are with a wonderful sound
Long distant thunder that rumbles profoundly
As if to say hey there, look up at me
Rain on a tin roof that taps us in wonder
These are the tones we can listen for free
The buzz of a bee as it searches for nectar
Acorns that tumble a thud to the earth
The peep of a new baby sparrow that’s hungry
Harmonies whisper the glory of birth
Echoing geese as they soar through the heavens
Trumpeting swans now a’ float on the lake
Children at play as they learn new adventures
A rooster that crows for its time to awake
A fog horn now calling the lost on the ocean
The crash of a wave as it reaches the shore
Seagulls that scream us their maritime sonnets
Sandpipers squeal as they come back for more
Melodies heard filling each walk of nature
Symphonies built on what’s real and so true
Songs sung of life that inspire the feelings
Beautiful things that remind me of you
The strings shriek out sad,
it could not be glad.
Just one more note it had,
nothing more to add.
Now over the strings of glory,
the violin had played its last story.
Everything must come to an end,
even with my very best friend.
The strings will no longer bend,
no more music will we attend.
Paradise Psalms
Island drums midst strewn drafts, echoes,
Involved labyrinths summon by themes,
Some rhapsody erupts, purging rocks,
Every village, swelling amid chants,
Empty huts, crowds around fires,
Swayed hips, held lips sparks,
Duality exposed in harmony,
Illuminates isles inherent,
Entertaining charisma,
Captivating trusting,
Vessels in passing,
Amongst alluring,
Souls escorted,
To a dreamt,
Paradise.
ship swells midst idled
labyrinths heed gifted calls
answers anchored hearts
2020 June 25
When the butterflies sing the angels cry
A sound so pure the flowers will sigh
The butterfly song is the beginning of spring
It happens each year when the butterflies sing
Though it's a voice not heard by human ears
The evidence is seen through the angel's tears
Accepted by all as the evening rain
Because a butterfly song is hard to explain
The music is made by the the butterfly's wings
But only nature itself hears the song it sings
It causes the flowers and the trees to sprout
And the birds and the bees to dance about
When a flower is seen it won't be long
'Til spring is born with a butterfly song
So listen close when Winter calls Spring
And you might just hear a butterfly sing
When the butterflies sing the angels cry
A sound so pure the flowers will sigh
The butterfly song is the beginning of spring
It happens each year when the butterflies sing
A wondrous instrument is the guitar; its dancing strings are melodious to their last note. Strings ring out to celebrate or just to party by themselves; a mellow mood has acoustic guitar, as its wood sings out in tones of jubilation.
Dancing strings doing
A clog whenever fingers
Tickle their fancy.
A rhapsodic delight in a carmine feathered coat,
a cardinal sits amid the verdigris limbs;
with breast puffed out
he croons lovely tones as
vibrations of harmony
to my ears;
Ah, nature is bliss!
into the clouds
my spirit
flew up high
and then flew
downward fast
and faster
into blue
alabaster
a troubadour of song renown
followed it the way down
happy when both were met
the melodious duo
sang the song my spirit
loftily sought and found
together spread the word
God is Love in sonorous sound
Summer Minstrels and Songsters
Crickets
Summer songsters
Music of the night
Back porch lullabies, serenade
Singers
Newborn
Cicadas buzz
Yawn and stretch in warm sun
Bright eyes see magnolia trees
Minstrels
Summer
Fireflies twinkle
Magic song of stars
Like suspended bits of glitter
Flash Dance
Buzzing
Grasshopper tunes
Vibrate like a drumline
Invites lovers to sing along
Duets
Chirping
Katydids trill
Rhythmic beats of improv
In pulsating choruses
Of blues
Whirr of
Dragonfly wings
Soft downbeats
Solstice troubadours sing alto
Crooners
A Cardinal’s trill, peep…peep…peep…peep…peep…
often full of himself, wakes me from sleep.
peep…peep…pretty…pretty…pretty; rings out his bliss;
across Kentucky’s bluegrass in the morning mist.
A tad egocentric but, he’s allowed;
his bright red plumes make him oh, so proud.
He’s a splash of color in the trees,
a scarlet, rose red dot, singing in the breeze.
Peep…peep…pretty…pretty…birdie; I’m a pretty…birdie;
must get on his partner’s nerves; he can be over-chirpy.
the female is who is a, rusty brown.
Has to be jealous of that noisy clown!
Written 2-14-19
Musically inclined to listen intently
from this title, music is high in my list
always have enjoyed in all my years
so thrilling to me like when kissed
Someone said there's only two kinds
meaning good and bad and that's all
trust my taste has been on the good
the joy of music lifts your heart so tall
In my present times being retired
have ample time to listen real deep
a lover of classical so aids my therapy
helps calm nerves for words aren't cheap
A change in recent days to Gaelic
both Scottish and Irish are a real treat
such a magical lilt sounds in your ears
effecting you all over to follow your feet
In some musical spheres, it's independent
a whole class of its own is folk
I've grown to like it so very much
it speaks to the conscience as broke
So music is a large part of life
it stirs all of what's going on inside
makes one feel a deep longing within
the Lord tunes me to constantly abide
(A look at my musical tastes over the years and what inspires me today.)
Sounds, bathed in memories,
Glistening, shimmering, sparkly sounds
On rivers of gentle, feeling left out
By August sun, blazing tangerine, bursting
Buttery wonder through the reflections,
Stirrings of grace, melodies of praise,
Imitating the faith that warms,
Souls embraced by the sounds, alive,
Brilliant as the flames, overflowing beauty,
Zephyr laughter, cool as March,
Healing the nights from the stormy hearts,
Breathing hues of soft, dancing,
Embracing the song who flavors the moments,
Stardust sighs, singing in glorious,
And wild gusts of blushing stories, poetry
Gentling the grief, erasing the dark,
Storming through the still, arising to the soothing,
Sounds, tender blessings birthed by truth,
Summer bleeds melancholic threads
Through a past of penetrating, unsaid sounds
Breaking through the seas, across the sands,
Endless reflections of what is sounding,
More and more – like the rigorous insight
Into a spirit, so alive, so alive…
Soundless as air who drifts quietly,
Waltzing with the destiny, creating joy
Wherever there burns a distant prayer,
Awaiting the words, verses and visions,
Falling from lips, stilled by the lyrics,
Musical notes, silence and stillness, songs
Unheard but sounds filled with wisdom,
This is the soundless sense from a world of illusion.
Listen to the rain falling down,
it sounds as you are playing the drums.
Listen to the wind blowing,
it blows straight from your heart when you play the saxophone.
Listen to the music of the snow falling,
It's the winter sonata performing on the right stage.
A right silhouete on the shade,
with beautiful shoes to dance on.
A serenade disguised behind
the sounds of winter when
you used to be performing.
The winter sonata brings us
new tunes to listen to,
new deaths to say good bye,
new births to say hello,
new sorrows, new joys
to be envolved in.
New music notes will be played
in the dark winter to be flourish
in our garden's soul.
I always had Angie Under My Thumb,
one day I heard her honking her car horn.
What had she just done with her anger,
my candy apple red vette she did Paint It Black.
She was yelling back at me,
You Can't Always Get What You Want.
Now I will Tumblin Dice for release,
my new car is a big mess.
Her blue Mustang car playing The Rolling Stones,
a car of Wild Horses sped off in a flash.
No more Honky Tonk Women for me,
guess I will go back to my old friend Ruby Tuesday.